So you try to believe in the castle made of sand
When it falls to the sea and your feet can’t find dry land
Reach for my hand.

I sacrifice my life to give you my life through speakers,
Try to do good even though I’ve been crossed like Jesus,
God knows I got a good heart but my blood is filled with demons
I’m fighting myself, believe me,
I’m far from ignorant,
Far from greedy
If you know what [bad word] from, know what I’ve been through
You think there should have been another [bad word] Just like most kids, a father I did it without [bad word] from the city, woulda x-ed you like malcolm
then you wonder [bad word] I can move in the room full of wolves so swift so smooth,
Thank you mom for making me a man
Let a mother f*cker knock down my castle made of sand

So you try to believe in the castle made of sand
When it falls to the sea and your feet can’t find dry land
Reach for my hand, reach for my hand.

I've lived the whole life with the World on my shoulder
So i can care less what this music game trows us
I see them looking for the ... but they won't find it
I came from a [bad word] it should be reminded
My mother's past has a trap has a blinded
But I took a path I took the pain I made my strength
I fought the game, do it that
Pitbull's the name. Now, all i see is the future
Momma, I love you I salute you
And no matter what happens just know
You're the reason that I breathe!

So you try to believe in the castle made of sand
When it falls to the sea and your feet can’t find dry land
Reach for my hand, reach for my hand.

Look, I’m from the home of the spitters, the winners, the big apple
Came down to south beach to build a new castle
Every day I’m hustling and every day you hassle,
Doing what you can and I’m doing what I have to,
Throw me in the jungle and I’ll show you I’m a winner, [bad word] out with dinner and wearing a chinchilla,
I did it for my town to show em the big picture,
Pit Hit the switch, I promise to never switch up,
This is for my brother took three and went to jail,
I’m send all the pictures of my shows through the mail
He hit me with a letter, said: I know you'll never fail,
So put me on a beach with a bucket and a pale.

So you try to believe in the castle made of sand
When it falls to the sea and your feet can’t find dry land
Reach for my hand, reach for my hand.